Friday, August 22, 2008

Please don't forget about me: the Back to School Edition

As you can see, Clotilde is kind of big deal around these parts...ahem.

Why must the happy days of summer come to an end and be replaced with a feeling of dread?

This fall on those crisp afternoons when you are sipping hot apple cider as you leaf through your latest issue of Interweave Knits and are spending your evenings hobnobbing with the usual suspects on Flickr and your favorite blogs, remember that you used to have a friend, the A.D.D. Knitter, and she used to have all the time in the world for knitting but now forces have conspired against her and she is being ground to a paste to an ivory tower dungeon where evil trolls are bludgeoning the life out of her with academic initiatives and verb conjugations. People this sad ass knitter is about to get kicked six ways to Sunday and it won't be letting up until, say, December 23. Say a novena for me.Don't you love those people who act as if they are the only busy ones? Yup, that's me. Seriously, if you suddenly notice that my ever-so-meaningful comments such as "Great job!", "I love it!" and "I hate mohair, too!" are missing from your blogs, please know that it's not because I don't adore you all. I'm just trying to keep my job. Which I truly love, incidentally, it's just that like most people with arrested development (toddlers & permanent adolescents), I don't do well with transitions.

Oh well, at least I have my new fave sock yarn (pictured above) to console me. Have you tried the Noro Silk Garden Sock yarn yet? I'm almost done with my first pair of socks and I am loving it. So sometime in November I'm sure I'll have something to show for myself...

30 comments:

I hear ya. I head back down to the Ivory Tower on Monday... for 2 weeks of meetings and miscellany... the same meetings and miscellany we have every single year before the crunch begins again. I really don't understand why we have to do it every time... couldn't I just have two more weeks off?? But I'll stop hijacking your blog for my own ranting now...

Funny, I was just lamenting to a friend that I feel stuck in a liminal space suddenly; a transitional period in my life that is neither here nor there.After much thought she said," As long as the wine is good enjoy the wait." I'll pour a glass for you too.

I'm loving my Noro sock yarn too, but, it will not dethrone MMMmalabrigo! I'm glad for Fall to arrive so that I don't have to narrate my entire day to Summer students.... I am so sick of the sound of my own voice!

I'm back to school as well on Monday. Boo. Boo. Boo. Does the Noro sock yarn soften up in the wash? It seems so crisp in the skein. I've been eyeing it. Hey, before you completely check out of commenting, I could use an opinion on some yarn colors on my blog.

You know, I have never heard it put so aptly. What a perfect way to describe the start of a new term (and the term itself). I start back in Tuesday (after Monday meetings). And it'll be great. I'll go from summer vacation to 5.5 hours of lecture on Tuesday, conveniently spread over 12 hours of school. Oy.

I'm having a hard time believing that summer is almost over. I'm a little sad, but happy at the same time. Mostly beacause I'm counting down the days till I can drop my kids off at school, speed away and maliciously laugh. 3 more days! Only 3 more! maahhahhahaa!

Definitely a downside to the long summer breaks in academia. I only have this transition issue when returning from vacation - or (I guess) from having a baby. Not fun - but I wish you luck with the return to work. Love that noro btw, hope to try some of it myself someday...

I knew you were an educator without looking at your profile. The blessing is that one day you can retire and knitting will be your top priority. (I'm a retired first grade teacher so I can feel your pain.)

The Noro yarn is beautiful. Does it soften up as you knit, or when you wash it? It looks a little stiff.

I think I've just been diagnosed. Having actually said the words "Oooh, look a chicken!" during a study group session, (no, really, a highly unexpected hen walked right by the doorway,) I've long suspected that I'm somewhere on that sliding scale of A.D.D. Now I need to get my head around the fact that I'm a permanent adolescent with arrested development who can't handle transitions. Oh, yeah, were we talking about yarn? Love the Noro.